Chapter 86

The next morning, when Augusto woke up, the bed beside him was already empty. He stretched out his arm, feeling the still-warm sheets, and smiled as he imagined she had slipped out quietly so as not to wake him.

He sat up in bed, yawning, and looked out the window. The sun was already lighting up the fields with a gentleness that only that place seemed to have.

He got up, put on a light shirt, and went to the kitchen. The guava jam on the table made him smile again; she must have lef